I was completely out of sorts over the weekend. I get a phone call on Friday night from my doctor telling me he doesn't like my mammograms and I should come in on Monday morning. Playmate is here with me when the phone call comes in. He can tell something is wrong, he holds my hand as the doctor talks to me. My first thought is I can't put him through this if I am sick. He doesn't deserve it.
I go to the doctor on Monday and to the surgeon. They are going to send my films out for another consult, and decide if I need an MRI. I should get a call in the next couple of days.
There was a misunderstanding between me and Playmate. I supposed I could call him Vince but I have been referring to him as Playmate for so long... Anyway. That got worked out but our communication isn't the strongest at the moment. This is something we are working on. I am also going to be working on developing more trust with Sir. I don't want to be a frighten rabbit any more.
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